Hans put the water pitcher on the sideboard. “If I may, sir.” “Yes, Hans?” Zane asked. “Misses Grace and Chloe will be returning shortly and will doubtlessly want to see you.” He looked pointedly at the papers on the table. “Of course. Thank you, Hans.” Zane turned to Travis, who began to put
Zane POV I confess it was a relief to leave the first round of interviewing tutors for the girls to Sarah. As an alpha, I would command the applicants’ respect, obviously, but they would be too interested in trying to impress me and too eager to agree with whatever I said. They would see Sarah as
“It would seem that the news of the children’s human goddessmother has been more than a vigorous topic of discussion in society, sir. I believe the phrasing is in hope that the children, and thus Miss Sarah, will be accompanying you.” I laughed, surprising the two betas in front of me. “I doubt se
Sarah POV I admit I awoke in the morning with an outrageously good mood. I was living with my daughter and my goddessdaughter, and we had a glorious day to enjoy, a Saturday at that. I had given a list of good prospects to Zane last night over dinner, telling the girls about some of the impressi
“Ice cream, please!” Chloe cried, drawing my back to my group on the blanket. “I think we need to eat our sandwiches first,” Zane told her, but I could tell his heart wasn’t in it, and I’m sure Chloe could too. Sure enough, she gave him puppy eyes. “But it’s a picnic.” Rolling his eyes and pat
Sarah POV I turned to see Zane, of course, it was Zane, standing there. I didn’t see any ice cream. Too bad. I would have enjoyed smushing a cone of strawberry in her face. Chloe got off the boy and ran to me, and Zane walked calmly to my side. “Don’t cry, Grace, darling,” he said gently, and
Sarah POV Ever since I adopted my daughter, I've been in a non-stop battle, constantly updating my adoption papers to prove I can offer a stable upbringing. Here's the kicker: I'm a human living in a werewolf society, a young, single mother. And my daughter? She's a werewolf cub. After years of
Sarah POV My mouth fell open as I stared into Chloe’s excited silver-blue eyes. Then I looked back at the TV screen to see the same color in Mr. Cavendish’s eyes. Their shape was somewhat similar as well, which was perhaps why my daughter thought he was her father. Those werewolf mothers had a lot